"Maybe he's deaf, like Aunt Judy," said Janet, speaking of an
elderly woman in the town in which they lived.

"Well, if he is, he can't hear us," said Teddy; "so he won't come to
us. I'm going in anyhow."

"No, don't," begged Janet, who did not want her brother to go into
danger. "If he can't hear us, Teddy, we must go nearer. We can walk
to meet him."

Teddy thought this over a minute.

"Yes," he agreed, "we can do that. But he's a good way off."

"He's coming this way," Janet said, and it did look as though the
man had turned his horse toward the children, who stood near the pile
of rocks from which the queer noises came.

"Come on!" decided Ted, and, taking Janet's hand, he and she walked
toward the man on the horse.

For some little time the two Curlytops tramped over the green,
grassy prairies. They kept their eyes on the man, now and then
looking back toward the rocks, for they did not want to lose sight
either of them or of the horseman.

"I'm going to holler again," said Teddy. "Maybe he can hear me now.
We're nearer."